Priest Booktok Novels & Stories

“you must be really nosy or is that a qualification that was needed for your ordination. Huh?” He smirked while tilting his head and looking askance through the ends of the book aisle . She was indeed funny and sassy too but two can play that game. “Oh yes! If I am not nosy enough, I would be incapable of winning souls for Christ. The less nosy the priest is, the less his wins for the kingdom. Now how about the lady that intended to learn how to stand up to bullies from Joel’s book”. Making a cheshire cat grin as he is pleased with his come back.

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

"Of course," "Can you lead me to them later?" I asked. She nodded and smiled briefly at me. "Of course, I can. I'll wait till you are done. Right here." I smiled at her in appreciation. "Thank you." The door was wide open and I could see the Priest seated behind his desk and watching me. He looked more like a man of knowledge rather than one of spirituality as he usually Portrayed himself. I walked into the room. It was surrounded by shelves filled with books. Spiritual books definitely. I turned back to him and bowed slightly.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined.” “You’re exactly what I imagined.” “How?” “I don’t know. But you are.” We stood in the quiet bookstore, confessions hanging between us, until he spoke again. “I was a priest for ten years. Left the church five years ago. I still believe some things are sacred.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “And this, whatever this becomes, feels sacred. Too much to treat lightly.” “Who said anything about light?” “Sophia, we’ve known each other three weeks…”

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

I need to learn a lot more about that, but I suppose it’ll be a while before I’m sitting in a library at my leisure reading books about the shifter kingdoms. Speaking of which…. “High Priestess,” I say to stop her before she leaves the room. “Can we take the Tome of Glory with us?” It’s probably going to be a no. It’s not exactly the thing to grab for a camping trip. “It has already been loaded onto the coach,” she says before stepping out of the room. I look over, confused, and sure enough, it’s no longer sitting on the podium. But I never saw anyone take it anywhere. I guess this wolf shifter religion is… mysterious and complicated.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

He flinched, his grey-green eyes darkening instantly. "You shouldn't call me that," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, rough frequency that had kept me awake for four straight weeks. "Why? Because it makes you real? Because it means you aren't just a priest in a safe plastic collar?" I reached into my bag, pulling out the grounding book I had used as my excuse to get through the door. I didn't care about the book. We both knew it. I held it out between us like a shield. "I came to return this." He looked down at the book, then back up at me.

Alexander taps me on my shoulder before he told me that he will sleep early for tomorrow's schedule. " Maybe I will read a little passage on the Bible first that my daughter Eloisa gave me yesterday," I told him. " Just take a rest after, okay." He said. Gifford was sitting on his bed while listening to their conversation. He was kinda pissed to think that Paul will read a Bible first before going to sleep. "Why many old men love sleeping late?", he uttered with his crumpled face. *** After five hours Gifford POV